In The Moonlight
by Yours Truly x3
Summary: Rebecca Dashwood is not cut out for the rich life. Arranged to marry a perverted rich boy she knows she needs to find an escape. When one newsie finds her alone, will he be the one to save her? Or the one that will ruin her life forever?
1. Prologue

Prologue

Dinner at the Dashwood Estate was as usually. Her parents would invite the Finnegans and their perverted son, Peter, and they would all sit for hours talking about business and gossip. Unfortunately, Peter's parents and her own had decided, for the benefit of both their father's business, that they should get married. Peter proposed about two months ago and against her will, Rebecca accepted. She carries a heavy diamond ring on her left hand and wants nothing more but to choke Peter with it.

"Rebecca, you haven't eaten any of your food. What's wrong dear?" Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother. She was a beautiful woman with the sweetest, crooked smile. Her hair was a dark gold, as if the gold had come right out of the dirt and not cleaned off yet. Her eyes were a deep blue, which looked like a river at night. Rebecca only wished she were as beautiful as her mother. Her face looked concerned, like she cared. She didn't really care. She wouldn't care if her daughter was anorexic she just needed to pretend she cared because there were guests.

"Nothing mother, I'm just not very hungry tonight." Once they all went back to their conversations she felt something tug and then lift her dress. She looked over at Peter and he had an evil smirk on his face. The next thing she felt was a hot, clammy hand on her thigh. She quickly pushed his hand off her leg and kicked him in the shin causing him to jump and shake the table. Everyone turned in surprise as he rubbed his leg in pain.

"May I be excused? I'm suddenly not feeling very well." It wasn't a lie. After having his hand on her leg she was quite disgusted.

"Yes dear." Her mother replied as Rebecca excused herself and headed down the long corridor and up the stairs to her room. "Peter, why don't you go upstairs and make sure she's okay." He smirked and started up to her room.

When she got up to her room she locked the door and went out onto her balcony. It was only the middle of the afternoon and since it was summer it was still light out. She looked out and saw many people crowding the streets. Boys playing with wooden swords, girls walking and giggling, couples holding hands and kissing. There was nothing but happiness outside. Why couldn't she be happy? Why couldn't she be free? She locked the balcony doors and collapsed on her large, fluffy bed just as she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" She yelled with her face in a pillow making it sound muffled.

"It's me," not recognizing the voice, she forced herself up and unlocked the door. As soon as she did she regretted it.

_'Why didn't I ask who it was?!"_ she scolded herself "What do you want?" she said disappointed at herself.

"Your mother wanted me to keep you company," he said smirking again make Rebecca's stomach turn.

"I'm fine, thank you. Goodbye," She tried to close the door but he put his hand up and pushed it open and forced himself into the room. "Get out of my room!" she shouted. Peter slammed the door behind him and pinned her up against it.

"You can't tell me what to do! Once you're my wife you have to obey me and do as _I_ say!" He then pressed his mouth against hers, making her head smack against the door. Rebecca squirmed and tried to push him away but he was stronger than her and she couldn't make him move. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her arms at her sides and threw her to the bed and straddled her hips. In a quick reaction, she kicked her knee up, hitting him right in the groin. He fell off of her not realizing she was near the end of the bed he fell off and landed flat on his back. She quickly got off the bed and helped him to his feet.

"Now get out of my room or I'll do it again." She pushed him throw the door and called for a housekeeper to help her undress. She took a deep breath once the corset was off and thanked the housekeeper. She slipped into her nightgown and walked over to the balcony to pull the curtains over the windows. It was just starting to get dark and most of the people had left the street. She climbed into her bed and went to sleep.

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	2. Chapter One

Chapter 1

After dinner the next night, Rebecca decided to go for a walk before it got dark. She stopped at a book store and a bakery, since she never eats at home and wandered around until just before dark. When she reached the Brooklyn Bridge she stopped to look over at the water. It looked so empty and dark. It reminded her of a black diamond. Her eyes turned to her hand where a large diamond sat on her forth finger. She took it off and held it tightly between her fingers trying not to drop it. She actually thought about throwing it in the damn river.  
  
Spot was walking back from Manhattan when he reached the bridge. He saw a girl looking over the railing. She had a dark rose gown on with light pink lace hanging around her neck, off the sleeves, and on the bottom of the dress. The dress made her body look flawless. Her hair was a dark orange-red that was set in a bun in the back of her head. He liked what he saw, and wanted to get a closer look. He approached her slowing not wanting to scare her and tossed his cigarette over the bridge thinking it might get her attention. It startled her and she turned to face him. Spot made a smart move coming closer to her. She had blue eyes like the sky and a face like a porcelain doll. She simply smiled a sweet smile and looked back at her ring. Spot noticed something in her hand and was curious about it.  
  
"Whatcha got in your hand there?"  
  
She tossed her hand up with the ring in her hand and whispered, "A ring."  
  
"You look a little disappointed. Is it not big enough or something?" He knew what he had said would offend her, he meant for it to be offensive.  
  
"Excuse me?!" she looked at him with a hurt look, "Do you know who you're talking to?"  
  
"Do you know who _you're_ talking to?"  
  
"What?"  
  
"My name is Spot Conlon and you're standing on my bridge, so I suggest you watch your mouth."  
  
Rebecca was nervous now. What was he going to do to her? She didn't know if she should walk away or speak her mind. What did she have to loose? She doesn't get the chance to speak her mind, so she said the first thing that came to her mind.  
  
"Well, Mr. Conlon, my father has enough money to buy this stupid bridge and have you drowned in that river, so I suggest you watch your mouth." She said it just as easily as he had. She was proud of herself, never knowing she could be so rude. Spot chuckled and shock his head.  
  
"What's your name, girlie?"  
  
"Rebecca Elizabeth Dashwood."  
  
"Well, Bec…" she cut him off to correct him.  
  
"It's not Bec, its Rebecca and I did not give you permission to call me by my first name. It's Miss. Dashwood to you." She turned and faced the water again.  
  
Spot raise an eyebrow and just shock his head, "Well, _Miss. Dashwood_, do you plan on standing here all night gazing at that ring or are you going to go home?"  
  
"No," she didn't look up this time "I don't want to go home, but not like I have a choice, I can't survive on the streets."  
  
"Why wouldn't you want to go home? I'm sure you got a nice, big, warm bed and servants to feed you until that dress, you got there, don't fit you no more."  
  
"It already doesn't fit. Why do you think they pull the corset strings so tight? And what goes on at home is none of your business." Spot was at a loss for words. He couldn't make her tell him anything.  
  
"Maybe I should take you home. Its getting late and you don't want some creep kidnapping you." She looked at him confused, wondering why he would be helping her.  
  
"How do I know you're not some creep trying to kidnap me?"  
  
"I'm not, trust me."  
  
"I can't trust someone I hardly know. You're still a stranger to me."  
  
"Would you shut up and lead the way, Miss. Dashwood."  
  
She turned to walk in the direction of her house and Spot followed close behind. It wasn't until they reached the other end of the bridge had Spot realized what kind of ring she had. It was a diamond ring. A diamond, engagement ring. Spot didn't really like the quiet walk so he decided to ask Rebecca about her ring.  
  
"Where'd you get that ring?"  
  
"Peter Finnegan gave it to me. He's my fiancé."  
  
"You don't seem too happy about it. Isn't that what every girl wants, to get married?"  
  
"It's an arranged married, I don't have a choice."  
  
"Is that why you don't want to go home?"  
  
Rebecca picked her head up. She didn't need to be telling him about her life. She ignored the question and decided it was her turn to antagonize him. "What were you doing walking, before you found me? Where were you coming from?"  
  
"I was coming from Manhattan. I live in Brooklyn and I was visiting some friends and I was heading back."  
  
"What do you do for a living?"  
  
"I'm a newsies."  
  
"A what?"  
  
"A newsies, I sell newspapers." Rebecca didn't know how to respond to that. They continued to walk and stopped when they reached the outside gate of the estate. Spot looked up and gave a whistle at its size.  
  
"Thank you so much Mr. Conlon."  
  
"You can call me Spot, Miss Dashwood."  
  
She smiled and said, "I am giving you permission to use my first name."  
  
Spot smiled back. Rebecca pulled on the heavy gate but it didn't move much. Spot grabbed the gate and gave it a hard pull opening it enough for her to fit through. Rebecca just then started to notice how attractive Spot was. He had a devilish smirk and eyes the color of the moon and light brown hair that hung in his face. Just then her mother came bursting out of the mansion in her nightgown and bathrobe.  
  
"Rebecca!" she shouted, "We all have been so worried. What kept you out so long?"  
  
Rebecca looked over at Spot and said, "I got a little lost, but Spot helped me and walked me home."  
  
Mrs. Dashwood made a face towards Spot. "Spot…? That's a peculiar name."  
  
"It's just a nickname. Your daughter is a real nice girl."  
  
"Yes she's wonderful. I am truly blessed." She smiled a crocked smile and Spot notice how much Rebecca and her mother looked alike. "Here," she extended her hand out to Spot, "Thank you for bringing my daughter back." She placed a dollar bill in his hand.  
  
"Ma'am, I can't take this."  
  
"Yes you can I have plenty."  
  
"Ma'am, I don't take charity."  
  
"Don't think of it as charity, think of it as an exchange. You bring back my daughter and I'll give you money. It's completely fair."  
  
"Thank you, ma'am, but I think your daughter is worth way more than one dollar." He winked trying to make state his point.  
  
Mrs. Dashwood laughed and replied, "I'm sorry but my daughter is not on the market." She grabbed Rebecca's wrist and extended her arm out.  
  
"Wow, that's quite a rock." He pretended to act surprised.  
  
"Indeed. However, it is very late, and I'm a bit cold. Goodnight Spot and thank you so much."  
  
"No problem," Mrs. Dashwood had already walked away when Spot reached for Rebecca's arm before she could walk away. "I want to see you again. Meet me at Central Park, twelve o'clock tomorrow. Okay?"  
  
Rebecca nodded. Spot lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently. "It was nice meeting you tonight." He gave a devious grin and walked out through the gate and down the street. Rebecca held the hand Spot had kissed in her other. She couldn't help but smile, enjoying the warmth on her hand that wouldn't go away.  
  
-I know its a little messed up that Rebecca's mom comes out in a nightgown and has money on her... if that annoys anyone im sorry bc i know if i read something like that or saw it in a move it would bother me forever

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	3. Chapter Two

Chapter 2 

It was about nine o'clock when Rebecca woke up the next day. She picked out a satin, light blue dress and a white sun hat. She walked out of her room and down the stairs stopping in the dinning room. She took a seat and one of the house cooks came over and served her. She didn't eat much but she didn't have time. Between dressing and getting ready it had already gotten to be eleven. She hurried and finished and rushed out the door.

She walked threw the busy streets getting pushed, shoved, yelled out, and ignored. She was finally knocked over by a running boy who also fell to the ground. The boy jumped up looked behind him and extended his hand out to help her up.

"Sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you there." She looked up. She was getting angry with people hitting her and running into her. She grabbed the boys hand and forcefully pulled herself up. When she got up she came face to face with a tall, dark haired boy with a bandana around his neck.

"You should have been looking where you were going!" she shouted in his face. She felt bad for not acting the way she was taught but her parents weren't around. She pushed passed him and didn't let anyone else get in her way. Finally she reached Central Park and saw Spot leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette. She relaxed when she saw him and felt her hand get warm again. She continued to walk towards him with a smile on her face. When he noticed her coming towards him he threw his cigarette down and stepped on it and smirked.

"Good afternoon, Spot."

"Hello, Miss Rebecca Dashwood." He lifted her hand and kissed it. Rebecca not only felt her hand get hot, but her face grew warmer as each second went by with his lips on the back of her hand. When he picked his head up to look at her he could see her cheeks get redder and redder. He smirked and grabbed her arm and pulled her into the park. He let his eyes roam, admiring her figure.

"You look real nice." Rebecca turned to Spot, a little surprised.

"Thank you." She started to blush again. Spot laughed.

"You sure do blush a lot." She turned her head down hoping a shadow would hide her face. Spot only laughed more.

"It's not a bad thing, I actually kinda like it." She picked her head up and looked at Spot still feeling very shy around him. He winked at her making her turn away again. They walked around for awhile, stopping at a small pond. They walked around in a comfortable silence. Rebecca wondered if walking around with a boy like Spot would give her a bad reputation and eased her hand out of his grip. She had to be careful. She didn't know Spot too well and to her he was still a street rat. Just with better manners than she had expected. Her stomach growled loud enough that she knew Spot had heard it.

"So, are you hungry?"

"Yes, a little."

"Well I know a great place to eat; it's no fancy restaurant but the food is good and cheap."

"That's fine." She smiled not wanting him to worry about impressing her. She didn't want to brush him away just because he sold newspapers and hardly bathed. She wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him, she just hoped her fiancé wouldn't find her, or even worse. Her father had no idea she was even out late last night. The last thing she needs is an article in the newspaper calling her trash and destroying her family. She sigh and followed him threw the tight crowd. They came to a door with a sign above it reading _'Ruby's'_ When they walked in she saw a small bar in the back of the room and tables in rows with chairs all around. Spot took her to a booth close to the bar. There were not many people there. She figured because people were still working and lunch had been awhile ago for most people. They sat down and a young waitress came to the table. She obviously knew Spot and tried to make herself more appealing to him when she came over. When she finally spoke to take their orders her voice was seductive and low. Spot didn't even look at her. Nor did he even recognize her. He had been with so many girls from this place he didn't remember who he slept with and who he hadn't yet.

"Hello there Spot, how may I help you this afternoon?" Spot never looked up from his menu. The girl didn't like the fact that Spot was ignoring her.

"Um… I think I'll just have a burger today. And Rebecca what do you want?" The waitress didn't even notice the girl sitting across from him. She sigh in frustration as Rebecca ordered a salad. Then she turned to Spot annoyed and finally spoke up trying to get him to remember her.

"Spot, don't you remember me? It hasn't been that long!" Spot looked at her with wide eyes. He did remember but not her name and he didn't want to be bothered with this. He had a date with him.

"Listen, I have a date here with me. Do you think you can just get our food and forget about what happened?" She whined and stomped off behind the bar in to the kitchen behind it. Rebecca was a little uncomfortable and confused about the situation in front of her. When the waitress was out of site she looked at Spot.

"Who was that girl?"

"No one. Don't worry about it. She's in the past." She sighed, not wanting to bring it up again. He didn't want to talk about it and she was going to make him. "So, did you like the park?"

"Yes, it was beautiful, thank you this whole day has been great."

"Well it's just getting started. I still got things to show you." He smiled. In the back of his mind he was thinking about what he _really_ want to show her but he brought his thoughts back to now and what he was actually going to do with her the rest of the day. The girl came back with the food and just threw in on the table and walked away again. Not even look at either one of them. Rebecca thought this girl might be jealous of her. But no girl was ever jealous of her and what was it about Spot that made her so jealous?

When they finished eating Spot threw some money on the table and took her hand again. She didn't mind him holding her hand but she felt uncomfortable just being with him in public. It wasn't like her to be this shallow but the boy sold newspapers for a living. Street boys had bad reputations to harm girls and get in lots of trouble.

"Spot, where are you taking me?" they had been walking for awhile and she was getting a little nervous.

"You'll see." He winked making her feel even more uncomfortable.

_'This can't be good. Where on earth is he taking me?!'_ she freed her hand from his and he looked at her a little disappointed. He knew she was feeling tense and nervous.

"Relax, I'm not gunna get you into any trouble. But if you want to leave, that's okay, I'll just take you home."

"No it's okay I trust you." She wasn't lying entirely. She was just nervous about the whole thing. Not knowing where she was going with someone she hardly knew. Why was she out with him anyway? He smiled feeling a little better and surer about himself. Then she remembered why. He was so damn attractive.

Spot was confused with himself. He had courted girls before but Rebecca was a little different. He's been with the rich girls, the prostitutes, the waitresses, the bar tenders, the dancers, and the easy newsie girls. What made her so different? He only wanted one thing from her. But he felt like there was more of a challenge coming from her. That this might take longer than a week or two. Usually when a girl doesn't give him what he wants, he dumps her and looks for another, but he knew he wasn't going to get rid of her so easy. She had beauty he hadn't ever seen before but he was too confused with himself to bother figuring out why he wanted her so bad. They finally came to a building with a sign above it that said _'Newsboys Lodging House'_ he was taking her to meet his friends. Now she felt her stomach turn and wasn't nervous anymore, but afraid.


	4. Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Spot took Rebecca's hand again as he opened the door. They walked into a large room with a desk next to the door. There was an old man behind the desk and boys of many ages scattered all over the room. The old man greeted Spot as they came threw the door and upon hearing his name the room got quiet.

"Hello Spot, how are ya doing today?"

"Pretty good, Kloppman. Where's Jacky-Boy?"

"Right here Spot." A boy came threw the crowd who looked kind of familiar to Rebecca but she couldn't put her finger on it. But why would she recognize a newsies? Maybe she had bought a newspaper from him once.

"Hey there Jacky-Boy, I'd like ya to meet someone. Rebecca, this is Jack, he's the leader of the Manhattan newsies and one of my best friends. Jacky-Boy this is-."

"You don't have to introduce us, we met already." He interrupted Spot and smirked. Spot was confused. Had he beaten Spot to a girl? How was that possible? Spot always gets a girl first. Rebecca must have met the boy before if he remembered her. She thought hard but nothing was coming to her. Jack just stood there and smiled.

"We met this morning, ya ran into me then when I apologized ya blew up in my face." She blushed, remembering now, and feeling bad for yelling at one of Spot's friends. She mumbled a soft 'sorry' and looked down. "Don't feel bad, I should have been looking where I was going. I rather get caught by the bulls than knock a girl, like you, over. A face like yours is unforgettable."

This made her blush more and played with a ribbon on her dress trying to distract herself. It wasn't working. A few boys entered the lodging house right after. One had an eye patch over his eye, another was short, shorter than Spot, and was wearing a rather nice vest for a newsies, and the other had a dark complexion and short curly hair. They said hello to Spot and cheered and wondered why he was here.

"Hiya Spot, whatcha doing in Manhattan? Here to play a few games and lose all your money?" the short boy asked chuckling lightly. When he noticed Rebecca he gave a whistle. "Who's this lovely lady?"

"I'm Rebecca Dashwood." She said with a smile and a tint of red on her cheeks. He gently took her hand and kissed it, like Spot had done on a couple occasions. Her face got hot and he let go of her hand.

"Well I'm Racetrack Higgins, but you can just call me Race. This is Mush and Kid Blink." He stated pointing to the other two boys beside him. They both said hello and smiled. She smiled back, feeling her face getting red with all the attention she was getting.

"Hey Spot, there's gunna be a party tomorrow at Medda's. You going?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not."

"You can bring the brood, too." Rebecca made a face. Why couldn't they just call her by her name?

"Would you like to come to a party at Irving Hall with me?"

"I don't see why not." _'What is wrong with me!?'_ she scolded herself. She keeps making plans with this boy. Who knows what trouble he can be. Especially after what happened in the restaurant. She sighed and just forgot about it.

"Well it's getting kinda late, I think I'm gunna bring Rebecca home." She was ready to go home now and was going to nod and agree but one of the boys thought up a _great_ idea.

"Hey Spot why don't you stay and play a few games over poker. I'm feeling lucky today. My horse at the tracks won and I have a lot of money and I'm looking for more." Racetrack laughed along with all the other boys and lit a cigar. Spot turned to Rebecca wanting to stay but know he can't. Rebecca couldn't say no, and maybe she could talk to the other newsies and find out more about Spot.

"Spot you can stay, maybe I'll play myself." Rebecca had no idea how to play poker. However, when she was young she would watch her father's games. She thought that was good enough. They all sat down at a small, marked up table and dealt out cards. Racetrack really was having a good day. He won the first couple games, then Spot won a few. After a few more games Rebecca gave up not wanting to waste all her money. She moved away from the table and sat next to Mush on the couch who gave up on the game before her.

"Giving up?"

"Yes, I'm not very good. I don't even know how to play."

"Didn't think a girl like you would know how."

"A girl like me? Now what is that supposed to mean?"

"It's just you're a little rich girl, you usually have tea parties. Poker is more of a man's game." She didn't argue because it was somewhat true. Women were not meant to play games like that. They would gossip and drink tea as the gentlemen would play their card games and talk about their businesses.

"So, how's Spot treating ya?"

"He is treating me just fine. He has some good manners. He could almost pass as a gentleman." Mush started to laugh at that comment. He knew Spot better than Rebecca and she obviously had no idea who Spot Conlon, the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, really was.

"May I ask what is so funny?" a little annoyed that he was laughing at her.

"You think Spot Conlon is a gentleman?! Damn girl, he can barely keep a girl for more than a week. It's when he gets what he wants from a girl he looks for a new one. Sorry princess, but your Spot isn't who you thin he is. He's a player and uses girls for only one thing. He's notorious for his ways, girls are either in love with him, or they hate him. Sorry to be the one to break the news to ya, but you deserve better." He smiled and took her hand. She pulled her hand away, disgusted. Spot was being nice to her just so he could have his way with her. She looked over at Spot who had just won another game. She started rubbing her hand feeling sick that she ever let him touch her. He was street trash, a paper boy, and a filthy bastard. She got up and brushed her dress off.

"Spot I am ready to go now. I no longer want to be here." Spot looked up at her. Why did she want to leave? Did she feel neglected? He felt bad for having stayed in the first place. He put his cards down and when he went to grab her hand she pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest then stormed out of the building. A couple of the boys snickered and whistled like a bomb coming down from the sky. Spot was confused and angry. Then, he remembered that she had been with Mush.

"What the hell did you say to her?!" he yelled at Mush.

"I told her the truth. She seems like a nice girl. She doesn't deserve to be used and left alone like you do to every other girl!" he answered back, loudly.

"You had no right to tell her anything. You just want her for yourself."

"Well she would be better off." Mush stood up and got close to Spot, challenging him.

"You should watch your mouth." Spot shoved him and he fell back onto the couch. He didn't get up to fight back. He knew better than to fight him. Spot ran out the door and slammed it behind him.

"Rebecca?!" he yelled. She was out of sight. She had walked away from him. _'No one, especially no girl, walks away from me.'_ He ran off in the direction of Brooklyn, hoping she was okay, and if she was she wouldn't be when he got to her. He was furious with Mush and himself. _'Why do I have to have such a bad reputation?!'_ he looked down alleyways and all over. Where did she go?

Rebecca had tears coming down her eyes as she sat on the Brooklyn Bridge, hugging her knees. She was appalled. How could she have let herself follow that boy? Then she stomped her foot for considering him a nice man. She heard feet hitting the bridge at what seemed like a running pace. She didn't look up. Spot stopped when he saw a blue, shaking, lump huddled down to the ground. He sighed, relieved to find her safe, but not okay. He slowly walked over to her and sat next to her.

"Rebecca I'm sorry." He didn't really know what he was sorry for but an apology seemed like the right thing for that moment. She didn't look up, just sniffled. Spot was at a loss of words.

"How could you?" Spot heard a soft whisper that startled him. He turned and looked down at Rebecca.

"Look, I wasn't gunna try and do that to you. You're different." It was true. She was different, but he did plan on using her like he usually did with girls. He just stood up; know that she would probably never want to see him again. He couldn't live with that though.

"Lemme take you home before it gets dark." He held his hand out. She finally looked up at him with tear stains down her cheeks. She looked so helpless. Something with her wasn't right. Something was going on inside her that he didn't know about. He wanted to help this girl. He was going to help this girl.

She wiped her eyes and pulled herself up, ignoring Spot's hand. He let out the extra air in his lungs, feeling sorry for his pathetic, sorry ass. She started walking away from him and he followed her. They reached the gate to her estate just as the sun was setting. The colors in the sky made her face glow, even though she still looked flush and sad. Spot pulled the gate open for her to fit through and she walked to the door opening it closing it behind her, never looking back at him. He felt like such a jerk. He mentally beat himself up for treating her so badly. It wasn't that he did anything, he, on some level, tricked her into think he was something he wasn't. He closed the gate and analyzed the large home. He knew he wasn't done with her, and would figure out what was really making her life so miserable.

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	5. Author Note

Sorry I am taking so long to update. I've been very busy since Christmas when I last updated and whenever I find the time to do it I can't think of anything to put down. I don't know when I'll be updating again. Hopefully soon! If you have any ideas for my story please give me your suggestions and I will consider them all and maybe get them into my story. Again, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.

-Yours Truly-


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